Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Croatia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Alison Limerick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.